KLUGEA Poem by mamewhitthink kluge! think kluge! we need a kluge! we can’t go back to get the fix. be quick, be quick, apophenia is in the mix. perhaps it happened after the deluge. whatever the cause, an inelegant design. a jumble of philosophical zombies. qualia is perhaps the minds disease. find a kluge, find a kluge, it’s our only lifeline. be quick, be dirty, look for a bolt from the blue. roots grown like clockwork’s coincidence trainer. sync up, sync up, to the deux ex machina. the intelligent agent, a perfect pastiche, the clue. call on the god of gaps to build the kluge. meetup on the other side of the mind transfer. how clumsy, how awkward, a synchronistic blur. find a kluge before evolution comes home to roost. perhaps it happened in VMAT2, in the centrifuge. be quick, be quick, a mind virus is in the mix. we can’t go back to get the fix. think kluge! think kluge! we need a kluge! © 2012 mamewhit |
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Added on October 10, 2012 Last Updated on October 10, 2012 AuthormamewhitAbouta force majeure, female catalyst, futurist, polemicist psychonaut, epistemologist. ruminating between the lines with a clarion call and extreme unction. a global writer with southern roots. more..Writing
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